Vengeance is a love poemPenned in crapulous cursive,It's a poem hungry for contentmentAnd a pact made from lamentation

Penned in crapulous cursive,The note proclaims that to be vengeful is not to be Jewish;And a pact made from lamentationHe plants a kiss on my skin, moss sprouts up from the spot

The note proclaims that to be vengeful is not to be Jewish;You and I are beyond religion, but not this,He plants a kiss on my skin, moss sprouts up from the spotHe calls me bird, waits for the dimes of mirth from my amorous subjectification,

You and I are beyond religion, but not this,Your religion begot my religion,He calls me bird, waits for the dimes of mirth from my amorous subjectification,Waiting for the pounding of time to sour our resolve

Your religion begot my religion,It's a poem hungry for contentmentWaiting for the pounding of time to sour our resolveVengeance is a love poem.

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